100 years after the Second Wizarding War, and the Death Eaters are back. Hogwarts, newly rebuilt, has to muster a new courage, for the game has changed. A new story is rising. It's a new Age, a new Life and a new Generation. It's time for a Revolution.

Luxante appeared with a crack in his living room, with Nokomis' hand in his left, and the womans throat in his right. As soon as he made sure he was in the right spot, Luxante shoved the woman away with his right hand, hard enough that she toppled over onto the couch

Lamia was sitting in an armchair whilst waiting, a wine glass in hand. She had expected her daughter to be arriving about that time. However she wasn't expecting the extra guest.

"Why am I not surprised to see you bring a woman home, love" she chuckled and took a sip from her glass "and no blood on the couch, the house-elves have been worked to the bone already" From the woman's garb, Lamia presumed that she was a Mudblood, either that or a Muggle.

The woman grunted as she came in contact with the floor, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand, she looked round. "Wh-What the hell just happened?" She was unfamiliar with the magic of apparition. She paled, "Where's my son?David?" She was only replied with Nokomis' gappy-toothed grin.

"'Ello beautiful" Luxante greeted Lamia and he flashed a quick, small smile at her before turning back to the woman he just brought back."Can you believe-" Luxante said, walking over to her, "-That this wretch-" he picked her up by the hair with his left hand, "-had the audacity-" he drew his right fist back, "-To tell me to punish our daughter, in public, for taking a rat for her snake?!" And he punched the woman hard in the face, the blood from her now broken nose going down her face, slowly, but surely. "And right-o, no blood....on the couch" he said with an evil grin.

She tried struggling but to no avail. The woman grunted as the fist connected with her nose, her vision clouded with flashing lights. Her pompous attitude was slowly ebbing away as thge blood slowly trickled down